Jim and Betty Williams awoke from what seemed like a perfectly ordinary night’s sleep in an extraordinary condition. Both were inexplicably sore, bruised, had rug-burns, and unusual tastes in their mouths.

Anita Dixon: You seen Willy? He usually comes in early.
Sharon Peters: Yea he just slipped in the backdoor.
Anita: What is Willy doing coming in the backdoor?
Sharon: Peter working the front and Peter and Willy don't like to cross paths since there little blow out.
Anita: Shit both of them are working. This job just keeps getting longer and harder. Well when he clocks on tell him to work the back and I will keep Peter up front until he gets off.
Sharon: You thank you can handle both of them?
Anita: They just reguire a firm hand.

In the wee-early morning, when the sluts are trying to escape home so as to not wear the same - now rumpled - clothes to work a second day, a slutty boy and slutty girl bump into each other on their respective walks-of-shame.

Last night I understood who I am, and I wept for all the evil deeds I've committed blindly, believing the soap opera I thought it was my life. Now I don't know how to approach you and tell you: "Forgive me, now I see you always tried to make me happy, and I never let you."

Having been billy-club sodomized, he grits his teeth when he hears a young woman turned up with his passport and bailed him out with his own cash.

Later, manhandling her into a hotel room, he shoves her face-first onto the bed and straddles her splayed thighs while frog-fucking her ass.

He let her turn her head to the side - catching quick short breaths of air - she sees him in the mirror. Watches as he takes her hard. This lover is nothing like the one on the train - but the one she hoped was there.

He let her turn her head to the side - catching quick short breaths of air - she sees him in the mirror. Watches as he takes her hard. This lover is nothing like the one on the train - but the one she hoped was there.

Bathed in sunlight, legs bent, feet beneath her she nervously chews a fingernail.

She should just go - call the concierge give him her size ....

Yet...

He knew -- make it difficult but not impossible to leave. Make her decide.

Fuck! She wants the dark promise in his words and his eyes.

He asked the housekeeper and front desk to call him and the police if his clinically insane sister tried to leave the hotel while he was briefly conducting errands. They made a copy of her passport to distribute among the hotel staff.

He asked the housekeeper and front desk to call him and the police if his clinically insane sister tried to leave the hotel while he was briefly conducting errands. They made a copy of her passport to distribute among the hotel staff.

Then he went out to a special shop.

While riffling through his shit she found a very old faded workout shirt. She could tell he'd worn it since its last washing but it seemed okay... her body's heat slowly and seductively releasing his pleasing scent.

While riffling through his shit she found a very old faded workout shirt. She could tell he'd worn it since its last washing but it seemed okay... her body's heat slowly and seductively releasing his pleasing scent.

Uncertain, hand on the doorknob, she was poised and ready to leave.

She threw open the door and surged into the hall. She periodically tugged down the shirt when the draft hit her buttocks.

She took the stairs to avoid attention. Rounding a balustrade, she was surprised by a maintenance man. Only then, she realized her pussy was at eye level to him.